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Jessica flinches at the sparks it creates, but nothing happens.Fuck!My eyes narrow at the chains.

“What the hell?!”

“WHAT THE FUCK AM I STARING IN AWE FOR?! TEK! TEK TURNED INTO SOMETH-THING AND HE SAID HE WAS GOING T-T-TO EAT ME! AND FRANK! I WAS SURPRISED TO… SURPRISED FRANK AND….” she panics understandably, but it’s weird seeing the always cool calm and collected Jessica Hurts flustered. However, even in this situation, she has not a single tear in her eyes. She’s a true warrior. “HEY… DUVAL! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME! SAY SOMETHING! HOW DID YOU FIND ME?! IS FRANK WITH YOU?! HE’S GOT TO BE W?—”

CLANG.

I try again, gritting my teeth and slicing again. Sparks fly, but still nothing.

“This metal is not from this plane,” I mutter to myself.Something isn’t right…“Laquered with some sort of fae curse.. where the fuck would Tek get something lik?—”

BOOM.

The wall beside us explodes. Wood splinters, stone cracks, and debris flies everywhere as Tek crashes through the house, body smoking, roaring with pain.

“SSSSKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

I lose my focus for a second and a huge bolder falls just an inch from smashing into Jessica’s face. I whip out my spear to slice it, but before I can, Tiny Frank comes in and kicks it, making it crumble into literal dust before he zooms back over to Jessica, hugging her tight…

“What the fuck…?” she gasps.

“Hey, Doodoo! I fucking told you to keep her safe!” I hear, and when the smoke clears, Jessica gasps.

“F-Frank…? No… two Franks… a tiny one and a demon one… so it really wasn’t the weed?” she murmurs.

Horns arched like a god of war. His tail flares and steams, eyes glowing red, body covered in black veins that pulsate red with every beat of his heart. He floats in the air with huge black wings that flap rhythmically. Even from here, I can feel the power around him…

Jessica doesn’t move. I can’t even hear her breathing. She just stares and when Milord glances down at her, his anger flares. His eyes slowly and methodically take in every inch of her, and it’s as if the air is sucked out of the forest itself. The trees scream in fear, the birds scatter, and all other animals flee.

The real predator is here and pissed. He cuts his eyes over to Tek, who seems to have gained some sense, and the rotten, human side of him shivers.

“Oh you done fucked up!” he roars and the ground trembles as the air thickens with hate.Fuck… I know Jessica’s scared!I look over to her, knowing I’m for the first time going to see tears, hating it. She’s such a strong girl, but to be put in this fucked up situation is horrible.

I close my eyes, ready for the waterworks, finding the right human words to comfort her and sighing.

“It’s okay, Je?—”

“KICK HIS MOTHER FUCKING ASS! THAT BASTARD SAID HE WAS GONNA EAT ME!

“KNOCK HIS MOTHER FUCKING HEAD FROM HIS SKULL, BABY! WHHHOOOOOOOO!” I look at her, confused because the girl practically has stars in her eyes. No… her pupils have turned to literal hearts when she stares up at the Demon King of Lust as if the sun and moon rises and falls with him…

“Oh don’t worry, Little Baby. Daddy’s got you. Trust.”

“Oooookay! Duval, hurry the hell up! You not about to have me out here looking like Sakura in the Chunin exams’ forest of death! Get these mother fucking chains off me!” she sneers atme and I sigh, shaking my head.Tek, we never even stood a chance…I think to myself and grin, going back to clanging on the chains.Damn… he’s one lucky king.

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my man, my man, my man

Jessica

Whoa…

It’s Super-Saiyan Frank!

He’s taller, as if the earth forgot where his spine stops. His shoulders are broad enough to eclipse the moon, with ruins like shadows over his big ass muscles, like living ink over his white skin, Those horns I used to flick and tease? Yeah, turns out they’re not cosplay foam. Each curve glows at the tips, orange-white like sword steel fresh from the forge. His eyes? Twin furnaces, molten ruby under velvet lashes, staring straight at me.

And the tail,sweet anime Jesus,the thing lashes behind him like an impatient predator crackling with sparks. My heart jackhammers. Knees? Jelly, even though I’m laying chained to a bed.